Made all-honoured, honest, Roman Brutus2,

With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom,
To drench the Capitol, but that they would
Have one man but a man? And that is it
Hath made me rig my navy, at whose burden
The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant
To scourge th' ingratitude that despiteful Rome
Cast on my noble father.

Cæs.

Take your time.

Ant. Thou canst not fear us3, Pompey, with thy sails; We'll speak with thee at sea: at land, thou know'st How much we do o'er-count thee.

At land, indeed,

Pom.
Thou dost o'er-count me of my father's house*:
But, since the cuckoo builds not for himself,
Remain in't as thou may'st.

Lep.

(For this is from the present) how you take

The offers we have sent you.

Cæs.

Be pleas'd to tell us,

There's the point.

Ant. Which do not be entreated to, but weigh What it is worth embrac'd.

Cæs.

To try a larger fortune.

Pom.

And what may follow,

You have made me offer

Of Sicily, Sardinia; and I must

Rid all the sea of pirates; then, to send

Measures of wheat to Rome: this 'greed upon,
To part with unhack'd edges, and bear back
Our targes undinted.

2 Made all honoured, honest, Roman Brutus,] "Honoured" is to be read as three syllables, and then the particle "the," inserted before" all," by the editor of the second folio, is unnecessary.

3 Thou canst not FEAR us,] i. e. alarm, frighten us. See Vol. iv. p. 430; Vol. v. pp. 294. 323.

4 Thou dost O'ER-COUNT me of my father's house:] "O'er-count" is here used equivocally, as Malone remarks, with reference to the fact, stated by Plutarch, that Antony had possessed himself by purchase of the dwelling of Pompey's father.

Cæs. Ant. Lep. That's our offer.

Pom.

Know then,

I came before you here, a man prepar'd
To take this offer; but Mark Antony
Put me to some impatience.-Though I lose
The praise of it by telling, you must know,
When Cæsar and your brother were at blows,
Your mother came to Sicily, and did find
Her welcome friendly.

Ant.

I have heard it, Pompey;

And am well studied for a liberal thanks,

Which I do owe you.

Pom.

Let me have your hand.

I did not think, sir, to have met you here.

Ant. The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you, That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither,

For I have gain'd by it.

Cæs.

Since I saw you last,

Well, I know not

There is a change upon you.

Pom.

What counts harsh fortune casts upon my face,

But in my bosom shall she never come,

To make my heart her vassal.

Lep.

Well met here.

Pom. I hope so, Lepidus. Thus we are agreed. I crave, our composition may be written,

And seal'd between us.

Cæs.

That's the next to do.

Pom. We'll feast each other, ere we part; and let us Draw lots who shall begin.

Ant.

That will I, Pompey.

Pom. No, Antony, take the lot; but, first

Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery

Shall have the fame. I have heard, that Julius Cæsar

Grew fat with feasting there.

Ant.

You have heard much.

Pom. I have fair meanings, sir.

Ant.

And fair words to them.

Pom. Then, so much have I heard : And I have heard, Apollodorus carried

What, I pray you?

Eno. No more of that:-he did so.
Pom.
Eno. A certain queen to Cæsar in a mattress.
Pom. I know thee now: how far'st thou, soldier?

Eno.

And well am like to do; for, I perceive,

Four feasts are toward.

Pom.

Well;

Let me shake thy hand:

I never hated thee. I have seen thee fight,
When I have envied thy behaviour.

Eno.

Sir,

I never lov'd you much; but I have prais'd you,
When you have well deserv'd ten times as much
As I have said you did.

Pom.

Enjoy thy plainness,

It nothing ill becomes thee.

Aboard my galley I invite you all:

Will you lead, lords?

Cæs. Ant. Lep. Show us the way, sir.

Pom.

Come.

[Exeunt POMPEY, CÆSAR, ANTONY, LEPIDUS,

Soldiers and Attendants.

Men. Thy father, Pompey, would ne'er have made this treaty.[Aside.]—You and I have known, sir. Eno. At sea, I think.

Men. We have, sir.

Eno. You have done well by water.

Men. And you by land.

Eno. I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land. Men. Nor what I have done by water.

Eno. Yes; something you can deny for your own safety: you have been a great thief by sea.

Men. And you by land.

Eno. There I deny my land service. But give me your hand, Menas: if our eyes had authority, here they might take two thieves kissing.

Men. All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are.

Eno. But there is never a fair woman has a true face.

Men. No slander; they steal hearts.

Eno. We came hither to fight with you.

Men. For my part, I am sorry it is turned to a drinking. Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.

Eno. If he do, sure, he cannot weep it back again. Men. You have said, sir. We looked not for Mark Antony here: pray you, is he married to Cleopatra?

Eno. Cæsar's sister is call'd Octavia.

Men. True, sir; she was the wife of Caius Marcellus. Eno. But she is now the wife of Marcus Antonius. Men. Pray you, sir?

Eno. "Tis true.

Men. Then is Cæsar, and he, for ever knit together. Eno. If I were bound to divine of this unity, I would not prophesy so.

Men. I think, the policy of that purpose made more in the marriage, than the love of the parties.

Eno. I think so too: but you shall find, the band that seems to tie their friendship together will be the very strangler of their amity. Octavia is of a holy, cold, and still conversation.

Men. Who would not have his wife so?

Eno. Not he, that himself is not so; which is Mark Antony. He will to his Egyptian dish again: then, shall the sighs of Octavia blow the fire up in Cæsar; and, as I said before, that which is the strength of their amity, shall prove the immediate author of their variance. Antony will use his affection where it is: he married but his occasion here.

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Men. And thus it may be.

aboard? I have a health for you.

Come, sir, will you

Eno. I shall take it, sir: we have used our throats in

Egypt.

Men. Come; let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

On Board POMPEY'S Galley, lying near Misenum.

Music. Enter Two or Three Servants, with a Banquet 5.

1 Serv. Here they'll be, man. Some o' their plants are ill-rooted already; the least wind i' the world will blow them down.

2 Serv. Lepidus is high-coloured.

1 Serv. They have made him drink alms-drink.

2 Serv. As they pinch one another by the disposition, he cries out, "no more;" reconciles them to his entreaty, and himself to the drink.

1 Serv. But it raises the greater war between him and his discretion.

2 Serv. Why, this it is to have a name in great men's fellowship: I had as lief have a reed that will do me no service, as a partizan I could not heave.

1 Serv. To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in't, are the holes where eyes should be, which pitifully disaster the cheeks.

A Sennet sounded. Enter CESAR, ANTONY, POMPEY, LEPIDUS, AGRIPPA, MECENAS, ENOBARBUS, MENAS, with other Captains.

5

Ant. Thus do they, sir. [To CESAR.] They take the flow o' the Nile

with a BANQUET.] i. e. what we now call a dessert. See Vol. iii. p. 194.